User:Ferretfang
A sable ferret crept stealthily threw the trees of Mossflower woodland. The Juska life had been no picnic, a heavily tattooed face with plenty of scars was evidence of that. But with that life in the past, Aidan Juskatar watched patiently as woodland life began to awaken about her. Birds sang, creatures rustled from their lodgings, the dark ferret remained in the shadows, easily camouflaged by fur and the Juska markings.
"Look out, mossflower," she thought. "For I have arrived."